I’m nodding quickly, tripping over myself to rip my clothes off as he takes the bag off the bed. Once I’m laying down on the bed Benjamin climbs on top of me. And as soon as he straddles me my cock begins to harden. I reach for him.
“No.” He slaps my hand. “Hands to yourself.” I let out a startled laugh.
“What are you doing?” I ask him. Benjamin sits up straight—hand on my chest to balance himself as he stares down at me with that insanely sexy, angry, dominating look in his eyes. I think this time he plans on tearingmeto pieces.
“I’m going to take my clothes off—then I’m going to stretch myself. And you’ll keep your hands to yourself.” I groan, glaring at him. “You will—even when I’m fucking myself on your dick. No touching. You get to watch.” My heart’s pounding and my cock’s leaking as I stare up at him and that filthy expression.
“Benjamin—I swear to God. I will snap you in two.” Benjamin leans down, scooting back so as to not touch too much of my dick. Then, right against my lips, hesays—
“Oh baby—you know how much I love being punished. How hot it gets me when you threaten me like that.” At this point I’m basically growling at him, glaring as he licks lightly over my lips.
“Benjamin.” I’m warning him. I’ll give him what he wants—I’ll submit. But after—he better know what’s coming to him. He smiles one of those beautiful sun smiles.
“Yeah, baby.” He moans, pulling his shirt off as he rolls his hips on my thighs. “Tell me. Tell me how you’ll break me. How you’ll hurt me. God—I missed this.” My dick jumps at his plea.
“I’m going to spank that ass so hard you bleed, Benjamin. If you want to play this game—be ready to finish it.” His head falls back as he groans.
“Fuck—stay right where you are. Let’s see how long you last—how much restraint Aaron Archer actually has. And when it’s all gone—please Aaron—fuck me up.” He pulls a loud, broken moan from me as he drags a loose hand up my shaft—eyes never leaving my face.
“Whatever you want, baby.” I tell him. “We can play since you’ve been such a good boy.”
Benjamin gets off of me, leaving me to lay perfectly still—arms to my sides as he completely undresses right in front of me. I watch each inch of smooth skin as it’s revealed. The sparkle of his piercings—the angle of his hip bones, how perky his little ass is.
The moment I see his dick—standing tall, wet, so pretty and pink—I realize this whole restraint game is going to be embarrassingly short.
Chapter Thirty Nine
April 2023
Benjamin
Aaron won’t last long. He’s lying on the bed panting—glaring up at me as his fingers twitch. I know he wants to grab me—wants to spank my ass, yank my hair, bite into my flesh. Fuck—I can’t wait. I grab the lube from the drawer and crawl back on top of him after I get fully naked. I sit on his thighs, his hard dick tall and leaking as it stands in front of me. God—I forgot how thick it is—how long.
The vein that pulses on the side of his shaft. How does that manage to fit inside of me? Incredible. I pour lube onto my fingers, some dripping onto Aaron’s skin, causing him to hiss at the cold.
I stand on my knees—staring down at him as I reach between my legs and back toward my hole. Once I’m there I circle it to coat it with lube.
“Hmm.” I hum at the sensation—letting my eyes shut as I warm up the area—rubbing and pushing at the muscle. Aaron’s breathing is picking up. Just this on its own feels good, but I want more.
I open my eyes and see Aaron watching my face—glaring and hanging onto every slight hitch in my breath—every little gasp. I start to slip a finger deep inside of myself.
“Ohhh.” My brows furrow as I stare him down—uncomfortable and unsure of this feeling. Aaron grits his teeth, taking several deep breaths. “Fuck—I’m tight.”
“Benjamin.” He warns—gaze getting angrier, hotter, sexier.
“I think—” I say, slowly pumping the finger in and out of me. “I think I’ll add another.”
“Ahh, fuck.” Aaron moans, eyes flying to where my hand is disappearing between my legs. He can’t see what I’m doing, only that my hand is moving. But it’s enough.
“Should I? Should I add another one, Aaron?” I ask him and he glares back up at me.
“Yes—you’ll need to be very stretched before I lose my mind.” I slide the other finger in as well. I groan loud and long—one hand coming out to use his chest for balance.
“Oh—that’s good. Let’s see…Ugh… Where is it…” I’m looking for my sweet spot—moving my fingers, curling them against my walls.
“Stop that. Only stretching, Benjamin.” Aaron commands. I’m still going.
“Another finger?” I add the third—crying out at the pleasure and the pain. “Aw, fuck—baby. That’sreally good.” I moan, pumping my fingers in and out faster and faster—eyes closed as I curl the tips—twist my wrist.
